A few days before I got married, my dad and I went to Game 2 of the AL Division Series together. The A’s clobbered by beloved Red Sox but I had a bonding time with my dad. (The Red Sox would win the series only to have the heart break of the Aaron Boone game.)
Happy Father’s Day, Poppy. Glad we have so many memories like this.
Sun was setting in what turned into a rainy night in Oakland. Somehow it made the big ugly concrete stadium look a little more glorious that night.
The Oakland Coliseum, or whatever it is called now, gets a lot of crap for being one of the worst parks in baseball.
And yeah, it is an eyesore with the ugly Mount Davis in center field, tarped off seats and the A’s desperately need a new park.
But let me tell you, on a beautiful spring or summer day, even with only a sporadic number of fans in the stands, even a game at the Coliseum can be a glorious thing.